I rode the parts of vanity,
In search of prosperity.
I was an ambitious village boy,
Who wanted it better than Roy.
Although at a tender age of seven,
I wanted my standards even.
It never occurred to me doom was near,
The little devil in me was so dear.
Luck betrayed my desperate self,
I was casted from its shelf.
Plagued with hunger and thirst,
Left me no choice but to dine with pest.
I only could wish to rewrite my odds,
And play like other seven year olds.
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